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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.