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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.