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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
The Move,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.