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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.