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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Technova,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
UT,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.