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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.