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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Yaz,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.