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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Aswad,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.