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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.