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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Make Up,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Shoche,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.