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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.