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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Mojo Men to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.