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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Darondo,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.