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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
The Move,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.