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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.