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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.