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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.