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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Organ,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.