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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Cameo to the punk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Monks,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.