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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Gong,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.