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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Shoche,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.