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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Can,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.