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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 oboe 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.