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 Paraguay 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.