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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 B.T. Express to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.