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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.