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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.