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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.