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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.