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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.