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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.