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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.