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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.