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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Qualms to the grime 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Wings,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.