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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.