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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.