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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.