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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.