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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Monks to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Index,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.