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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
The Move,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.