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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Q65 to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.