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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.