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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
the Association,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.