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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Wings,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.