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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.