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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.