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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.