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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Franke,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Jandek,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Organ,
The Residents,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.