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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
the Germs,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.