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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.