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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.