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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.