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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.