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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Can to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.