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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.