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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
The Doors,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.