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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.