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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.