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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.