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 Israel and from Manila.
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 Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.