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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.