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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.