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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.