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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
AZ,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.