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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.