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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 theremin 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.