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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Smooth,
The Martian,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.