Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.