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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.