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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.