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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players 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 jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.