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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.