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 Malawi and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mojo Men to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.