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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.