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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.