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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.