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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pop Group to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Technova,
Lalann,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.