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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.