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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.