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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Unwound,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.