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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Pole,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.