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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.