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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.