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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.