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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.