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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.