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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
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.