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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Remains to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.