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 Cambodia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Brick,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.