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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.