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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 marimba 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.