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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Deakin to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
MDC,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.