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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.