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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.