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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.