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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 güiro 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
CMW,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.