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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
John Cale,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.