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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sun Ra to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.