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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.