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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.