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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Smog,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.