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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Can,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.