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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.