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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.