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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.