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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.