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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Invisible to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.