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 Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.