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 Saudi Arabia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.