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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
JFA,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.