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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.