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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Can,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.