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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Brick,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.