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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.