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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.