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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.