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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.