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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.