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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.