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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.