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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.