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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Portland and Manchester.
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 808 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.