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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.