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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.