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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.