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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.