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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.