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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.