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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.