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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.