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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.