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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.