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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.