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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans 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?
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.