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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Index,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.