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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.