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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Scion,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.