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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders 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?
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.