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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.