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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.