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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.