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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.