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 France and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.