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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.