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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.