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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Bauhaus 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.