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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Japan,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.