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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Happenings to the electroclash 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.