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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.