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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Slave,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Organ,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.