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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Max Romeo 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Monks,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.