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 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.