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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.