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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.