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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Mars,
Fear,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Magma,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.