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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Last Poets to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
June Days,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.