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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Chrome,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.