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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.