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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.