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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.