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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.