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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Unwound,
AZ,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.