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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Cymande,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.