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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Slave,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.