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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Suicide,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.