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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.