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 Hungary 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.