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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.