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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.