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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.