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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.