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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.