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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.