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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.