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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
CMW,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.