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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Association to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.