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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
ABC,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Q65,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.