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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.