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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.