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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.