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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
The Litter,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.