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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.