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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.