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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.