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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.