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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Accadde A,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.