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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Smiths to the rap 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.