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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.