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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.