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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.