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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.