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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the techno 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.