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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.