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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chrome to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Wings,
UT,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.