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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.