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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.