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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.