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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.