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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.