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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.