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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.