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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
AZ,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
10cc,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.