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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.