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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.