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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Unwound,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.