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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Magma,
The Martian,
Faust,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.