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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.