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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.