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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.