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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
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.