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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.