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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.