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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.