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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.