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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.