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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Index,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Technova,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.