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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
UT,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.