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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Index,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.