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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells 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?
John Holt,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.