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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.