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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.