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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
CMW,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.