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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.