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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Index,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.