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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.