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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Television,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.