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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.