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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.