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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.