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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.