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 Kiribati 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.