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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Television,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.