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 India and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
The Index,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.