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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Rakim,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.