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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.