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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Stooges to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.