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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.