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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.