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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Aswad 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.