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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.