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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Darondo,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.