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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.