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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.