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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.