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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.