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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.