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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.