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 Bulgaria 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Echospace,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.