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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.