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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.