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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
The Saints,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.