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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.