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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.