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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.