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 Samoa and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.