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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective 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?
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
AZ,
Audionom,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.