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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.