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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.