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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.