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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.