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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Visage,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.