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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.