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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.