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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.