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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.