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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.