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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the dance 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.