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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Scion,
the Slits,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.