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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.