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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.