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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.