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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.