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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Monks,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.