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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.