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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.