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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.