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 Armenia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band 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?
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.