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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.