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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.