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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Television,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.