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 Andorra and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.