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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.