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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.