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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.