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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas 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?
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
MC5,
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.