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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Wire,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Organ,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.