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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
UT,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Nico,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.