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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.