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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.