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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.