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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.