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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Cameo,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.