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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Faust,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.