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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
John Holt,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.