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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Index,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.