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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.