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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.