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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.