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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.