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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.