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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 the Normal to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.