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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gap Band to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.