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 France 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.