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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.