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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.