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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
The Names,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.