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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.