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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Pole,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.