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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.