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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.