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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.