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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.