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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.