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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Inner City to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.