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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.