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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.