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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.