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 Canada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Motorama,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.