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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.