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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.