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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.