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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Smog,
ABC,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
The Move,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.