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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.