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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.