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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Hashim to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.