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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.