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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.