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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.