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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.