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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
the Association,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.