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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
The Slits,
The Busters,
MDC,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.