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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
PIL,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
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.