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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.