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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Saints to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.