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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Cybotron,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.