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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.