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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.