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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.