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 San Marino 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.