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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.