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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.