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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.