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 Liberia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.