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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.