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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.