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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.