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 Iran and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.