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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.