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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.