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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.