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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.