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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.