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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope 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?
Interpol,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.