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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.