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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.