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 Tunisia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits 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?
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.