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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.