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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.