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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
DNA,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.