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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.