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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 The Pretty Things 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
New Order,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.