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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.