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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.