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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.