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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smoke to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
MC5,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.