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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.