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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.