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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.