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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.