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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.