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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.