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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Can,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Slave,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.