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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.