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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Smog,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Gong,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.