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 France and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.