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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.