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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Brick to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.