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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Nico,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.