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 Malta and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.