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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 oboe 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
cv313,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.