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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.