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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Smog,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.