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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
ABC,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.