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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.