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 Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Technova,
MC5,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.