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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
X-101,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.