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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.