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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Smog,
Symarip,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.