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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Crime,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Moebius,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.