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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.