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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.