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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.