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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.