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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.