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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.