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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.