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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.