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 Comoros 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.