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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio 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?
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.