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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
the Association,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.