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 Kenya and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Black Dice to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.