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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.