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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.