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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.