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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.