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 Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.