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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.