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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.