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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Visage,
The Slits,
Mars,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.