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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.