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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.