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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Hoover,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.