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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.