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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Make Up,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.