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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.