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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.