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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Inner City,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.