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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.