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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Shoche,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.