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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.