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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.