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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Ludus to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.