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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 clarinet 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.