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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.