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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.