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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.