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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.