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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.