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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.