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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.