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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.