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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.