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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.