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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Can,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.