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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan 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 Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Television,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.