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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Deakin to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Brick,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.