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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.