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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.