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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.