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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
X-102,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.