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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.