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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.