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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.