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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.