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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.