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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Sparks,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.