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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.