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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
MC5,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.