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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Litter to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Index,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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.