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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.