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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.