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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.