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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
ABC,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.