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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Technova,
The Motions,
Nico,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.