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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.