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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.