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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.