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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.