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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.