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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Jandek to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.