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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.