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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Monks,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.