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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
The Move,
Little Man,
X-101,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.