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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.