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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Surgeon 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.