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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.