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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.