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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
EPMD,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.