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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.