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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.