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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.