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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.