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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 organ 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.