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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.