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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.