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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Walker Brothers to the funk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.