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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
The Move,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.