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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel 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?
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.