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 New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.