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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.