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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.