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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.