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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Make Up,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.