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 Singapore 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
New Order,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.