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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.