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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.