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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.