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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.