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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.