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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
CMW,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.