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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.