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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.