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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.