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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.