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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ituana 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.