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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.