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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.