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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.