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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Cowsills to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
John Cale,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.