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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.