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 Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.