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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.