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 Haiti 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.