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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.