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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.