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 Kenya 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.