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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
PIL,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.