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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.