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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.