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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Technova,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.