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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.