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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.